CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING
Kevin Donovan
What follows is a work of gay erotic fiction, featuring bondage, domination, some light kink. It is completely fiction. All participants, if they existed, would be over the legal age for consent wherever you live. If you yourself are under that age, leave now. The author never condones any kind of coerced sex. Like all Nifty authors, I get inspiration and encouragement from your comments, so please don't be shy.
This is only my second Authoritarian piece: the first was "The Harem," October 11, 2001.
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CHAPTER NINE: ALEX
It was not a surprise to some of them, but Ed ceremoniously announced his engagement to all the Sunday game club as soon as they had all arrived and stripped. He stressed that it would make no difference to their regular routine, except that the food would undoubtedly get better.
"Hell, man, the blowjobs alone will make a huge difference!" observed Joe, the contractor. He had been among the first to arrive, and he was a handsome, well built man in his thirties. Jake clamped down on his dick almost as soon as he got his pants off, fearful that Ethan would get to him first. Ethan was unperturbed. He gave the man half an hour to recoup, and then he sucked him off as well. Not that they neglected the others: no man present that afternoon departed unblown.
Boss did not offer his brides' asses to his friends that day. But he assured them that, at the wedding celebration in two weeks, all cummers would be accommodated. He'd booked the Rack basement club area for a private wedding party for all his friends, plus any guests the two brides cared to invite. That would not include their parents or other relatives.
The men offered Ed their sincere congratulations and told him he was one lucky mother-fucker. He knew it, and beamed with delight all day. Even losing at poker only made him wince once; then he tormented those still in the game by grabbing Ethan and fucking him in front of them all. That was one beautiful sight to behold, and none of them could keep from staring.
In bed that night, Ethan wanted to talk to Boss while Boss fucked Jake.
"Boss, we have something we need to tell you about, well a couple of things. We know you like to know what's going on and not be hit with something by surprise. OK, the thing is, we're going to announce our engagement to all our Rack buddies at once, when we get together Tuesday after work. We usually do that Tuesdays and Thursdays. Actually, we want you to come with us next week to meet the friends. But this week, we think we ought to tell them first. OK so far?"
Boss kept fucking and just nodded. His long, thick cock slid in and out of Jake's tight, slick hole.
"Now bear in mind, these are not entirely platonic friendships. We've had sex one time or another with all these men, in most cases several times. They are all hot guys, all gay, and we've never been ones to look a gift horse in the mouth. But one guy, Alex, is more than a casual friend, he's become a regular fuck-buddy. We both like him a lot, which is not so common, because usually one likes somebody more than the other does, you know how that is. Well, Alex is pretty special. He is good-looking, clever, and sexy, and he is kind of head over heels for both of us, we think."
Boss fucked away at Jake's ass, and he was working up a sweat for both himself and Jake, but he kept listening. He was getting a bit more chatter in the sack than he was used to, and it prolonged his session with wife number one. Jake didn't seem to mind. He was half-listening to Ethan, but also kind of softly humming with pleasure as Boss's dick ran back and forth over his love-button. Cunny went on, and in the end, Boss agreed to a plan, with little objection--seeing that, in the end, he'd be in control of the outcome himself. Then, concentrating again, he creamed Jake's guts with his sperm.
The plan was Ethan would invite Alex to dinner Monday night, explaining up front that he and Jake had moved in together to the house next door to Jake's. Boss volunteered to work late, which he said he needed to do anyway, after last week. Over dinner, Jake and Ethan would explain about their marriage to Boss. And they would toss out their idea: that Alex might like to be part of this arrangement with them, pending, of course, his and Boss's approval. They would ask him at least to meet Boss when he arrived later in the evening. Then, the two could decide either to date on their own, or have Alex to submit to training with help from Ethan and Jake, or undertake a trial marriage, or some combination of those things, with the understanding that either party could pull the plug at any time until they came to a final arrangement.
After Boss came in Jake's ass, he kissed Ethan, and said, "Go for it. Now lie face down." He lay atop wife number two and went to work pile-driving his ass. "At least this will shut you up, eh Blabbermouth?" Ethan chuckled and submitted gracefully: he had accomplished what he wanted, and now he was getting what he needed, too.
After work Monday, Jake did the shopping, while Ethan got set up in the kitchen. Together, they assembled a shrimp all-in-one dish they liked, which was quick, easy, and impressive, served with a salad, and fresh bread. They had wine chilling and a small bar set up in the dining room when the doorbell rang to announce Alex's arrival. Jake answered the door naked, and Alex, accustomed to their home manners, stripped at the coat closet like always. Jake wrapped his arms around Alex and drew him close.
Alex was a little shorter than either Jake or Ethan, about five-nine, but he was beautifully proportioned. He had black hair, darker than Jake's, but little body hair and a tanned complexion from some Native American ancestry somewhere. His face was somewhere in between handsome and pretty, with his large, soft-brown eyes (the envy of girls all his life), and wide smile. He had been a place kicker in college, a good one, and he had the legs for it still.
He noticed Jake's hairless body immediately and the rings right after that, and that made the explanations have to begin with the pouring of the first glass of wine. It gave them more time for the excruciating detail Alex demanded, however.
Needless to say, he was astonished, perplexed, and at first, dismayed over their news, thinking initially that they were kicking him out of their bed for good. His ears perked up, though, when they told him they hoped he would come into the marriage with them. The idea of living with these two appealed to him, in theory, even though they were married to The Ogre, as he immediately assumed must be the case.
Of course, it was necessary to explain how this all came about, and the whole rape scenario and activities at the Club were revealed. Alex's eyes widened like Packard headlamps, and Jake, particularly, was concerned that their excessive detail was going to blow the plan out of the water before sexy, but plain vanilla, Alex ever even saw Boss. On the contrary, they had the man practically drooling with excitement and forbidden son-of-a-Presbyterian-minister lust.
"You guys are living in a porno film," he declared breathily.
"Well, yeah--we are," they agreed.
The upshot was that Alex, who particularly liked the part of the contract where the wives got to have unlimited and unrestricted sex with one another, could hardly wait to meet Boss, and seemed willing to let the man tie him up naked and beat him with floggers that very night. His hefty, out-of-proportion dick was bone-hard even at the dinner table.
Boss arrived about nine, looking very handsome, un-beastly, and winningly shy. He had Alex at ease by the time he got his work clothes off. Following two after-dinner drinks, he had his hand on Alex's thigh. After the third, Jake and Ethan found the two making out on the sofa when they returned from tidying the kitchen. There was a great deal of whispering going on at that side of the room while the boys mixed one more round and closed down the bar. Around eleven, Boss gave them a wink, took Alex by the hand, and led him up the stairs to his room.
"Well, Yenta, I'm glad they're taking it slow," Jake mocked, taking Ethan into his arms.
"Do you feel jealous?" Ethan asked.
"Remarkably, no. Because I have you. If it were just me on this end, I think it could be very painful. I LIKE Alex a lot, and I really like having sex with him. I LOVE you a lot, and I can't do without sex with you. That makes all the difference."
Ethan took his hand and led him also up the stairs for blazing sex. They made out passionately, but they found themselves occasionally chuckling over the sounds of lust emitting from Boss's room across the hall--neither bedroom door was ever closed. As Ethan slid his erect butt-sticker in and out of Jake's ass, he could almost not avoid conforming his thrusts to the slapping sound of hips on buttocks he heard from Boss's bed. His balls slapped against Jake's undercarriage, making an echo of sex sounds from their direction as well. He ejaculated in short order, but flipped right over for Jake to do the honors on his butt, too. Jake was hard and ready to rutt. He resumed that pace Boss was setting, and soon enough, he was having his own eruption in his lover's posterior. Both men had an ass-ful of the other's cum when they curled up in one another's arms for sleep about midnight. Yet they still heard the rhythmic slap of fucking going on across the hall. Boss was a known multiple-cummer, and there was little doubt he was giving Alex a full sample of his abilities in their audition together.
Sometime around three, Ethan felt someone pushing on him, and a cold draft as the duvet was being lifted.
"Move over, man, it's cold out here." It was Alex. "Tell you about it in the morning," he said, crawling in and covering himself.
That king-size bed could hardly come soon enough!
Alex never really went back home, except to get his belongings, including certification of negative testing for HIV which he'd just gotten the previous week, and to negotiate a lease-breaking with his apartment-mates, who lined up a replacement for him within the week. They went ahead and ordered the king-size bed. It would fill the room, and everything else would have to go in the other bedroom next door. Boss promised to take Alex, on his own, in collar and leash, to the Rack on Friday--that should set off consternation and jealousy among the members--and Alex was dancing with excitement over it. Boss even left a message for Andrew Wilcox about bringing out Whelp again. Jake resigned himself to putting off his own return to the Rack for a later date. The jeweler promised to have a sapphire-and-diamond ring set made in Alex's size for Ed within a few days. He was getting pretty good at variations on the design. Tuesday's announcement to the buds was even more of a bombshell than expected, since it now involved three of the company. The remainder of the group took the news pretty well, considering the shock of it all.
"We gotta meet this guy," stated Stacy, a man from Ethan's company.
"You will, next Tuesday. We're bringing him with us."
"I'm not sure I should," protested Barry, a lawyer. "I might end up married to the man before the evening is out. We all might."
`Lose twenty pounds first,' Jake thought, glancing at Ethan with a smile. Their friends were a fun lot, and mostly pretty nice-looking, enough so that they had, together, bedded all of them at least once (in Barry's case, fifteen pounds ago), but in fact, with the addition of Alex, Ed already had the handsomest and sexiest members of the group in his harem.
They all agreed to come to the marriage celebration downstairs on Sunday week.
"Now guys, bear in mind, it will be pretty raunchy. It's not about mints and punch, OK? In fact, Boss has in mind to offer our asses to anyone who wants `em, mainly to show his buds that we will do anything he says. So if you aren't up for seeing the brides get gang-banged by the whole party, you might want to reconsider."
"Are you kidding?" asked Jerrod, one of the African-American members of the group. "We'll be all over your white asses! By the way, remember, I take a Magnum."
"How could we forget?" groaned Jake.
"You, too, Alex? Gang-banged?" asked Mark. It just didn't fit the kid's reputation.
Alex blushed. "Wouldn't miss it. I have a practice run set up this Friday night."
"Well, fuck me," said Mark.
"Come with me Friday night, then," quipped Alex. "Dog collar and leash only."
Boss set up the routine of inviting his wives into his room one at a time for romance and sex, sometimes more than one in a night, and often one in the morning, before work. He took seriously his responsibility for keeping them all well-satisfied in the sack.
Since he'd spent the whole of Monday night seducing and seeding Alex, Tuesday night, upon return, rather early for them, from the Rack, Boss summoned Jake. He was keen on hearing what had happened at the bar, and he was gentle, loving, and very attentive in his love-making to his first wife. It wasn't just sex, and it was by no means rape, but mutual, tender, romantic love-making. Jake was getting very attached to the long sessions of deep-dicking he was receiving from his new mate.
Jake returned to the wives' room saying, "Damn, I love that man. Cunt, you're up, Dude. Hey, by the way, Alex, don't you have a pet name with Boss?"
"Yeah, man, you'll hear it soon enough," Alex answered, seemingly embarrassed.
"Spill it," demanded Ethan.
"Ho'" Alex answered, grinning. "As in "hole. I guess he's running out of vaginal euphemisms. There aren't that many, you know."
Jake cracked up, and Ethan giggled as he padded across the hall to visit his husband. Jake, still laughing, crawled in with Alex and fucked `Ho'" long and deep. They were asleep in one another's arms when Ethan rejoined them an hour or so later.
But Alex got the summons early Wednesday morning, while Ethan and Jake made breakfast and packed Boss's lunch. According to his later report, the love-making involved showering and shaving for the both of them, while fucking at the same time. It sounded pretty efficient. There seemed to be three ejaculations involved, one of which was Ho's just from getting his prostate prodded so effectively.
The relationship between Alex and Boss was proving to be a particularly sweet and romantic one.
"Maybe not starting out as a rapist is good for a relationship," Ethan offered.
"Maybe they just have a chemistry, like we do," countered Jake. "Anyway, I'm thrilled for them. Everybody needs a strong primary relationship, don't they? I'm really pleased with how this is developing for all of us."
Wednesday was Jake's birthday, and he totally forgot about it in his joy over his new life. No one said a word about it at home that morning, nor at work, where the company was too big to spend time on everyone's birthdays. It wasn't until he came home and found the dining table set with fresh flowers and a cake from Renoir, his favorite French bakery, on the sideboard that Jake realized the occasion. Of course, as far as he was concerned, he had already received his birthday gift, in spades.
But Boss had a different plan. After dinner, complete with off-key singing, candles, and coffee with the big slabs of cake, Boss brought out a stack of wrapped packages all tied up together. His birthday gift to wife number one was a set of leather gear: boots, chaps, g-string, vest, and cap.
"I didn't want to cover up that pretty butt," Boss explained.
"Or make it harder for you to get into," added Ethan, laughing.
Alex had a gift for Jake, too. A black leather riding crop, which perfectly set off the entire ensemble when Jake modeled it a short time later.
He kissed all his partners, including Ethan, whom he thanked again for the best present of his life, as it turned out, for all of them.
But Ethan wasn't finished. When Jake went up to his bedroom later, he found it all lit up with candles, the covers turned back, and incense softly rising. All three partners made tender love to him together that night--it was all about Jake, for everyone. He was kissed, licked, massaged, teased, stroked, and sucked--even lightly spanked with his new riding crop--and finally, fucked by the three of them in turn, ending with Boss in a fifteen-minute long fuck finale that sent Jake straight over the ejaculatory edge for the third intense time of the night. It was, he thought, probably the happiest night of his life--with the prospect of many more to come. Ethan took the shower and shave shift with Boss Thursday morning. The boys went to the Rack after work as usual, but they were already in agreement that, unless Ed and the group hit it off well and he wanted to be part of that gang, they would, as married guys, cut back to one night per week out at the bar. But they didn't tell Ed, to keep him from feeling pressured.
Friday night, after dinner, Alex and Boss napped together, while Ethan and Jake watched a movie on TV. Later, Alex came prancing out in his collar and leash, ready for a night of debauchery at the Club. He already had a hard-on. That left Ethan and Jake to fuck one another's lights out at home, and still make a relatively early night of it.
Alex crept in at 4:45.
"You OK?" asked Jake, who felt the bed shift and woke.
"Ohhhh, yeeaaaah," drawled Alex. "Tell you ALL about it in the morning. Make that afternoon."